This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1800 Excerpt: ...Uncertain favour I Bel. My fault being nothing (as I have told you oft) But that two villains, whofe falie oaths prevail'd Before my perfeft honour, fwore to Cymbeline, I was confederate with the Romans: fo, Follow'd my bani(hment; and, this twenty years, This rock, and thefe demetnes, have been my world: Where I have liv'd at honeft freedom; pay'd More pious debts to heaven, than in all The fore-end of my time.--But, up to the mountains; This is not hunters' language:--He, that ftrikes The venifon firft, (hall be the lord o' the feaft; To him the other two (hall minifter; And we will fear no poifon, which attends In place of greater ftate. I'll meet you in the valleys. Exeunt Gui. and Arv. How hard it is, to hide the fparks of nature! Thefe boys know little, they are fons to the king ( Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. They think, they are mine: and, though train'd up thus meanly I' the cave, wherein they bow, their thoughts do hit The roofs of palaces; and nature prompts them, In Ample and low things, to prince it, much Beyond the trick of others. This Polydore,--The heir of Cymbeline and Britain, whom The king his father call'd Guiderius,--Jove I When on my three-foot ftool I fit, and tell E 4 The The warlike feats I have done, his fpirits fly out Into my ftory: fay,--Thus mine enemy fell; And thus I fet my foot on his neck; even then The princely blood flows in his cheek, he fweats, Strains his young nerves, and puts himfelf in pofture That afts my words. The younger brother, Cadwal, (Once, Arvirlgust) in as like a figure, Strikes life into my fpeech, and (hows much more His own conceiving. Hark! the game is rous'd!--O Cymbeline! heaven, and my confcience, knows, Thou didft unjuftly banim me: whereon, At three, and two years old, I ftole thefe b...